race marshal for a day

That one time I was a race marshal

I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m doing my damnedest to shake things up in my life this year. I can handle anything, really dear hearts. Disabled kid, nailed it. But what I can’t handle is sameness. (There was a time in my life when I longed for the mind-numbing safety of motherhood, marriage, and a stable income, but those days are dusted.) Now I want adventure, dammit. It doesn’t even need to be adventure. I’ll settle for something new to put on my toast. Like that marmalade I opened a month ago, ate once and now it’s chilling like […]